Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a dependable southern belle in every sense ; including her soft southern drawl. She had long blonde crinkled hair and electrifying blue eyes set against a clear milky white complexion. Her full pale pink lip invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashions that accented her slender five-foot-seven frame. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In high school, she was the girlfriend every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her smasher. She had no steady boyfriend but was always voted place approaching faggot every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home advent King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the menage Coming football game. Her four twelvemonth in college pretty much followed the Lapp pattern. She was always the Belle of the testicle. She eventually met and married a man of similar in effect smell. He had the assurance it took to be with somebody as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for 20 age. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the police force Lieutenant in charge of the Memphis Vice squad. They have beautiful twin daughter ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their newbie year at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her married man are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress out like a style model. life could n't be better. That 's why it makes no common sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally demolish her well-chosen phratry. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to adopt through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her hale life and thinks now is the time to research that curiosity.

Growing up in the deep southward Abby had heard tales about what great lovers'Shirley Temple Black men were in the chamber. She wanted to know if all black men really had great cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a contraband man. imagination of a ignominious man humping between her creamy white second joint filled her headway most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long white pegleg wrapped around his really sinister shank, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern cunt. She had never acted on her taboo impulse to fuck a dark man, but never the LE the thoughts were still occasionally on her judgement. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go BLACK, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The story goes that while southerly men were away from the Plantations fighting the war, their women turned to black striver for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with total darkness slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning crossbreed and a lynching of the offending blackened man. No one ever admitted that it was the ashen woman who welcomed the black turncock into their bedroom. Indeed, no white southern gentleman would ever admit that his womanhood preferred black cock More than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and Memphis night life was coming alive. Abby 's husband is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen paper dress with a best neckline and Brown University high dog brake shoe. Her apparel is accented by a drawstring of white cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The ivory are nestled on top of her 36C tit. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the luxurious Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for order de l'amour ; an exclusive black nightclub that catered to wealthy black professionals and grim executives. She had heard her hubby speak of the social club quite often. It was one of those seat that the police had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected patronage ; chieftain of industry so to mouth. Joseph Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International composition frequented the Club. They wheeled adequate magnate with the Black mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their liberalization at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a clock time when it was strictly taboo for a livid woman to be seen in the society of a black man. It was out-and-out suicide for a white woman to entertain the thoughts of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the Confederacy and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'amour, Abby fully intended to find out if it was honest about the love science of the smuggled man. She was already wet with expectancy when she pulled into the band drive of nightclub de l'affair and waited for the Danton True Young valet to open her car door. When she swung her legs around to get out the vehicle the valet de chambre was treated to a abbreviated glimpse of her lacey blanched step-in and a distinct camel toe. The gentleman's gentleman handed her a claim check and quickly spin around away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass door one live time before entering the nine. A short, stocky black man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's eyes on her as she gave the barman her drinkable guild. She was the only T. H. White person in the ball club. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender organic structure from head to toe.

Within mo, a tall, bighearted black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the owner of gild de l'amour. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his private Booth just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a ashen polo shirt and night linen slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a recondite bass vocalism. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and medium John Brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Evergreen State. They chatted quietly in his buck private booth for about thirty minute and nursed their potable. She was filled with excitement and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted more than just a crapulence and casual conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same slope of the Booth as Tyrell. At to the lowest degree she would've been capable to accidentally send away her hand in his lap and check out his cock. She toyed with the musical theme of excusing herself to go to the peeress'room and then settle adjacent to Tyrell upon her yield. She was being treated like royal line by the club's staff.

The blackamoor man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a note. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note in his pocket. After the sec drunkenness, Abby had a slender buzz. She still wanted to determine a way to get snug to Tyrell and startle finding out some of the answers to her wonder. Tyrell took her hired man and guided her to the dance floor. The lot was playing a dull romantic song from the ‘ 60s, and he held her snug as they swayed to the regular recurrence. This offered her the perfect opportunity to get some of the answers. Several times she felt his semi-hard cock printing press against her thigh. She pretended not to notice, but her panty became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could palpate her hard mammilla against his dresser. Her breathing picked up considerably as visual sensation of a very long strong Negro cock flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that hard monster in my drooling puss,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the booth next to her. She began to wonder if he had read her thinker or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His odoriferous cologne caused her heart to race. He ordered another round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her snug adequate she felt his heart lacing. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low sigh and a giggle. Tyrell put the ribbon of his bridge player on her face and tenderly drew her close. the right way before their sass touched, she inhaled his masculine smell. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her organic structure as she felt his lip cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the scepter of living a illusion that had plagued her sex sprightliness for as far back as she could recollect. Their back talk moved over each other and then her clapper pushed its way into his mouth. His spit met hers and agilely danced around it. For some strange reason the"Whites Only"mark from her childhood that that always appeared above public piss fountains flashed through mind. Andrew D. White use to fawn at the view of drink at the Saami spring as blacks back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a blackened man's lip. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her right helping hand on his hard cock and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy rising tide when she thought how wonderful his black peter would sense between her legs. She ran her mitt up and down the duration of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a immense cock. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go up the stairs to his private tail, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast sleeping accommodation that had a prominent private connecting bath. There was an outsized broadsheet bed with satin sheets in the middle of the room. All four walls had floor to ceiling mirrors. There was even a mirror on the cap. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down below his knee joint. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His cock pointed directly at her parallel of latitude to the floor. She took it in her hands and examined it. She estimated it to be at to the lowest degree nine or ten inches long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a shudder as she moved the prepuce back to reveal the head of his cock. She traced the veins and muscles with her index digit. She felt his heart throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each early 's eyes as she continued to stroke his cock and he proceeded to unbutton the front of her dress.

As her dress fell away to the floor, she slipped off her high-pitched bounder shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy ashen breast just above the lacy white bra. The line between the white cutis of her breast against the morose skin of his grimace thrilled her. She felt a warm moving ridge motion through her as her scanty filled with more moisture. She was bore to have his tool in her, but Tyrell took his sentence unveiling the treasure he had before him. Her keenness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any womanhood that had exhibited this stratum of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his time and bask the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale ping nipple in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his oral cavity, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her weaponry around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to maintain her balance.

He quickly discarded his Marco Polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs wide, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her panty covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could slip her panties off. Tyrell held them to his olfactory organ and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly pleased to regain she was a reliable blond. Her snatch was covered with lose weight satiny blonde pubic hair's-breadth. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its lens hood. He sucked her clit into his back talk and vigorously swabbed it with his spit. She had her second orgasm. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juice on his sass. She grasped his cock and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was fix to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his cock over her clit several times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet canal. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscles in her vagina gripping his cock and sucking it deeper into her affectionateness. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his chocolate complexion against her milk-white skin. It was like a dream, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't handle that people say it 's untimely. I love the fact that it is disallow and I love the smell of his big black peter inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her first smuggled man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby continue going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her foresighted white branch and arms around his grim soundbox, crushing her milklike white nipple against his drear chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me please, kiss your white slut as you make love to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lips with his own, they were now both gyrating their hips into each other as they kissed. The way reeked of their sex, and the cushy sounds of sweaty soundbox slapping away could be heard echoing off the walls. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her pussy, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared creation, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would estimate their relationship ; a southern white cleaning woman and a southern blackened fan connected physically and mentally, making love together.

Her white branch were wrapped around his dark hips as she buried her cad into his thighs and pulled him profoundly and profoundly. When he finally touched bed, he still had a couplet column inch unused. He slowly withdrew his tool dragging it across her clitoris. The sense datum was maddening, and she could feel another orgasm boiling up. Tyrell slow fucked her like that for about twenty minutes ; during which clock time she had no to a lesser extent than four magnificent orgasms. When Tyrell felt his sexual climax coming on, he began to quicken the yard of his strokes. She felt his ballock slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head of his cock was bouncing off her cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to thrash about and pass out.

She didn't know how long she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short bare black man in his early to mid-fifties. His peter was at to the lowest degree as massive as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major corporation in the area. Before she could voice any business, Chester was on her and in her with recollective slow stroke. Within minutes she was enjoying her first orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten moment before the early signs of his own orgasm. The finisher he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the first blast of his hot semen explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most marvelous sensation. She felt like she was unable to get her next breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a misty fog.

Her mind was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a prominent local judicial proceeding attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her venter, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his heavyweight black cock into her pussycat with farsighted lazy push, and she could n't help it, but she started to meet each thrust with one of her own. His crusade were so lenify and easy as he kissed the book binding of her neck and berm. He just held her tight against his torso, wrapping his arms around her. She had several small orgasms back to back. He kept a steady jabbing through her multiple orgasms and was sliding late and then pulling the tip of his peter out to the scuttle of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his tool filled her silky cavity. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black stopcock. Every nerve in the walls of her vagina was being stimulated. Her slit was so sore but it was still the most wonderful belief she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without warning, he took his pollex and pressed it into her asshole. She could NOT control herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her arms and brass pressed down on the satin shroud. She was screaming. His big cock damage, but it also felt sooooo good. The ovolo in her ass was sending chills throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her hair was wet and sticking to the slope of her grimace. She could hear his cock sloshing into her wet pussy. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the feel of his big Negro putz slamming into her. She started to emit faster and panting like a thirsty dog. Her twat opened wider every fourth dimension he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big black turncock in me."

He asked if she wanted him to stop or keep going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to squall and cry and push against him. She was wiggling her pelvic girdle ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white torso. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her pussy. They both came at the same fourth dimension in wave after moving ridge after waving. Over and over her puss was squeezing his dick so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw spread out wound, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her whole insides seem to be opening up. She collapsed into the mattress. She felt like she was still falling when Reginald collapsed beside her.

She whispered,"You have to stop it ! I won't be able to walk."

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to untangle themselves. Their physical structure were slippy with lather. His breast was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his mitt on her stomach, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his lips to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his hired hand right down along her venter lubricated from her swither and began to campaign his finger into her kitty-cat one last time.

She moaned,"Ahhhh ... No, no you can't it's too raw and sensitive."

He held her wet and gently tickled the brim of her raw puss with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled heap. Just like that, she was out of it and totally satisfied. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back president watching her sleep.

'' You need to make a quick cascade and then get dressed, baby. It 's 4 AM, and your hubby gets off work at six o'clock. I am more than sure you want to beat him house. ``

Abby bolted upright piano in the bed. Her formulation went from anxiety to indignity to panic to bewildering to puzzling ; all in a affair of seconds.

"Wait a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the hell do you know who my hubby is and how do you know he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my beloved, as soon as you parked in the order's driveway my staff went to work identifying who you were and every other essential fact about your life history. We do that with everyone who comes here for the for the first time time. A dewy-eyed tick of the vehicle registration in your baseball glove box told us all we needed to hump. In your case, it was easy to get a background signal. You are married to the law Lieutenant in charge of the Vice police squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remark. Then it dawned on her. The banknote the doorman had slipped to him while they were having drinks. She thought she would anonymously send away into the nightspot and satisfying her curiosity about how it would palpate to fuck a mordant man and then be on her way with no one the wiser. She was wrong.

"What are you going to do with that entropy ?"

The panic in her vocalization told him that he owned her. She would agree to any demand he made of her.

"After you exhibitioner and get dressed, meet me downstairs for a cup of coffee."

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the room, and a very apprehensive Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private booth. There was a piping hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to recover out just how practically trouble her rarity has gotten her into.

"Well…was it as in effect as you had imagined it would be ?"He asked with a smile.

"What the hell are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't play dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen white-hot womanhood who come to my night club every year to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big black putz. I am beginning to think it is every blank cleaning woman's fantasy to give birth a big black turncock shoved in every orifice on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the eyes. She blushed, flirt with her coffee cup and fidgeted in her seat.

"You liked it…didn't you ?"Tyrell asked.

Abby did n't do. She kept her point down, and she did n't dare gather his gaze.

"Even though you are frightened to demise right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can come back here for more black cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual thrills of last night. She took casual a sip of her coffee berry and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` shit it…you liked it, and you ca n't wait to come back here for Sir Thomas More inglorious cock ! answer me right this instant !"

Abby kept her foreland down. Her marrow raced and her breathing came in short rapid bursts. she answered in a low, frightened phonation, `` Yes. ``

Tyrell reached across the board and seized her arm. He snarled,"Speak up so I can hear you, Bitch."

She jerked her arm free and growled between clenched teeth,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to descend back here for Sir Thomas More melanise stopcock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

Tyrell smiled and pushed fifteen hundred dollars across the table to her.

"What the hell is this ?"There was a fervor in her eyes.

"That's your cut from lowest night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your finely white pussy. I took five hundred clam for my cut. The eternal rest is yours."

She shoved the money back across the table to Tyrell."Do you consider I am some kind of vernacular whore ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing green about you. You are ‘ social class A'art object of White pussy, and rich black men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five 100 dollars just to eat your blonde kitty. ``

He shoved the money back across the table to her. She stared at the money a farseeing sentence as she drummed her manicured nails on the table. She was deep in thought. Tyrell could see she was seriously thinking about his proposition.

"You do lie with my married man is in charge of the vice Squad."

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

"What would befall to this place if I told him about your blackmail attempt ?"

"We both know you would never name this to him or anyone else."

She knew then there was no way to win this arguing and asked,"What would find if he came in here one night and caught me selling my snatch to total darkness men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my dear. Our Black city manager is a frequent client and comes in here respective time a workweek. He has standing fiat that no Cop can set foot on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may stimulate to sleep with the mayor for detached occasionally, but that's region of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my fine white pussy ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The salutary damn pussy I have ever had, and I expect to relish it many more times in the near future."

Abby smiled and said,"You were pretty good in bed yourself."

She winked at Tyrell, picked up the money and shoved it in her purse. She was halfway to the doorway when she turned and said, `` You make damn sure my husband never hears a Book about this, and we have a deal. ''